i_speak_softly | Sixty-Sixth Theory [Voice]

Ah, I see...

[Loki has been listening to the voice coming through his journal.]

...that makes absolutely no sense whatsoever.

None?

[He was sure it made at least a little sense.]

Well, I have been thinking if it could perhaps made a little bit of sense but alas, I have to conclude that it is mindless blathering instead.

[But...]

The subject itself is rather fascinating, I must say. The execution...very, very poor.

Do not fret, I forgive you.

Sorry. 'M better at ideas than... than executing things.

Maybe writing them down helps. And adding smiley faces of emoticons to your essay to express your feelings while doing so helps as well.

- What?

[He thinks he's being insulted.]

What what?

What - [Excuse him while he sneezes.] - did you say to me?

What, what, what I did say to you?

By Odin's sores, have you not been listening? I adviced you to write things out first and grace the paper with smiley faces while doing so.

[In a stuffed-up but clearly indignant voice:] I don't need smiley faces.

I have a question of a very urgent matter...

[Loki pauses, waiting for the other to reply.]

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[Don suspects trolling, but he'll guardedly ask anyway:]

Yes?

I am aware of the fact you seem to be a tortoise, but since when are they able to talk?

And are you able to retract your head, arms and legs inside your shell?

'm a Turtle.

[Get it right and he may answer your other questions.]

My sincere apologies.

I see, a slow-moving reptile, yes?

[Don doesn't think you're very sincere at all.]

I'm faster than your average chelonian.

Of course you are. But we are trailing off, yes?

My advice to write your theories down stands. As well the option for smiley faces.

No.

[Suggest it one more time and he's hanging up.]

[A sigh.]

By Odin's empty eyesocket, I am still not quite sure what I have done to offend you, but...I am afraid that shall remain a mystery of mysteries.

[Yes, because he's not in the mood to enlighten you. Goodbye, annoying person.]

[Wow, most uncouth. Good luck with putting people together to make them one person, tortoise.]

You lost me at the second part, Don.

[A loud and disgusting sniffle.]

... The part where I'm sick?

No, the whole... combining people. That sounds weird.

It's only, you know, theoretical. I'm not going to do it.

It's still weird, like- who would you even put together?

[In a vaguely delirious tone:] If... if you combined Buffy and Pascal, you would get a woman who can write code and kick butt with an axe.

Those would both be cool skills to have, yeah, but what about personality?

[After careful consideration:] She would be very friendly but... totally incomprehensible.

Doesn't sound all that it's worked up to be.

Yeah, maybe not. [Abandoning that idea, then.] Who would you combine?

No one! That's weird.

[Oh. He didn't mean to creep you out or anything.]

[Awkward silence ensues.]

Like... what's even the point? If you mixed Haruhi and Ed together that would just make a person who's abnormally talented at everything, and incredibly smart to boot! But it would also increase the difficulty to deal with that person by tenfold! It's a headache!

Hm. I'd - I'd call that interesting, but not better.

Terrible! It would be terrible! Who could even put up with that?

[Don isn't sure how to answer this. Putting up with difficult people is something he generally just takes in stride.]

I would believe any combination at all would result in something different, wouldn't it? The already subtle differences in a person would be more pronounced when combined and amplified by differing or similar traits of another, and there is no way to properly predict how two personalities would merge. There is an endless combination of new personalities you could get from the occupants here.

[He actually sort of understood that. Plus, well, even if it's not a personality-merge, he has a bit of experience on how combining people can affect their thoughts.]

[Finally someone who gets it!]

You are a scientist.

Not quite - my ability to understand and process theories is more a gift of my programming, though I do not believe that what you are proposing is that difficult to understand.

[Translation: robots are cool.]

[Wait what.]

You're a robot?

Yes. It is a bit more complicated then that, naturally, but the long and short of it is that I am a robot.

[In the same delighted tone as earlier:]

You're a robot.

Yes? Are synthezoids uncommon in your world?

You mean intelligent robots? There aren't any in my world, except the ones who are visiting from elsewhere.

[A thoughtful pause.]

I guess there was Nano, though maybe "intelligent" isn't the right word for it.

I do. [A short pause.]

What is the technology of your world like, then?

[It's really getting hard to remember.]

I dunno. More than here, mostly.

[Oh dear.]

This place does not seem all that advanced. It is quite the change from New York.

You're from New York?

Technically, yes. It is not where I was when I was brought here, but it is where I made my home.

Your New York has robots?

And the world in general. I am far from the only one of my kind.

[He has to ask:]

Are there dinosaurs?

Not that I know of.

[A pause.]

Not in New York, anyways.

[Because genetically engineered dinosaurs from the future count, right?]

[Somewhat disappointed:] I like dinosaurs.

There is one in Los Angeles, I believe. Though it was not exactly prehistoric, it was a still a result of time travel.

[Extremely disappointed:] I time-travelled once and there weren't any dinosaurs.

[Robert hasn't been sure how to deal with Don's flu; influenza manifests itself a little differently in a Turtle, and in any case, proper "cure" of such a highly-variable virus is pretty much hopeless in Luceti. So he's been more or less reduced to treating the symptoms, and occasionally popping into the winter room to check on him.

He'd been just about to do that when he nearly runs into Don in the hall, looking less-than-well.]

... May I help you? [Because Don definitely looks like he needs it right now.]

[Bluntly, as though this were a mildly interesting fact requiring no particular action:]

Robert, I'm sick.

[Indeed you are, Don.

Moving to help support him, Robert gives Don an earnest look.]

Is there... anything I can do to assist...?

[Don shifts away.]

'M okay. [He gestures towards the winter room.] Come inside?

[Robert gives Don an uncertain look. Is that really going to help right now?]

... Would you not rather have me get you medicine, or something of that nature...?

[Don gives Robert an unashamedly pathetic look. He doesn't want a cure; he just wants to take advantage of the excuse to be coddled a little.]

[... Well, how is he supposed to have a coherent argument against a face like that? Robert's expression softens, and although he still looks like he want to be doing something more productive, he nonetheless nods relentingly and turns to go into the winter room with his sick Turtle.]

[Once back in the winter room, Don heads for the couch, then changes his mind and detours to the bathtub. He returns momentarily with a cool, damp towel, which he offers to Robert.]

[Robert takes the damp towel, with an idea of how it might be used. However, he doesn't want to go dabbing Don with the towel indiscriminately, so he looks at Don in a curious manner, holding the towel in such a way that suggests he'd like to know where to put it.]

[Hold on a minute.]

[Don nudges Robert to sit on the couch. He is way too big to be curling up in anyone's lap, but he's going to get as close as he can.]

[Robert sits as instructed, nestling himself into the couch in a way that hopefully facilitates the near-curling-up. He's quite happy to have Don in his lap, or... almost. (Probably the entirety of Don in his lap would be fairly disastrous for his legs.)]

[Don lies down, cuddling as close to Robert as he dares, then gestures to his head. A cold towel there would feel pretty nice.]

[One cold towel, coming right up.

With a careful touch, Robert slides the wet towel against Don's forehead, letting it alight in such a way that it covers the contour of his head without getting in his eyes too much.]

... Is this... better?

[Not exactly the most high-tech medical attention, but sometimes simple things are still effective.]

Mm.

[Just like home.]

Where did my journal go?

[Oh, right. Journals are a thing. A quick glance around shows that it's on the nearby desk, haphazardly strewn across its surface.

He'll just go get that then. Or try. Don will probably feel Robert's body shift as the man leans at an extreme angle, attempting to grab the journal without dislodging his sick Turtle occupant.]

[Despite his illness, the awkward tilting causes Don to reflexively brace both of them. No one will be falling on the floor today.]

[There's a moment where Robert does feel like he's going to fall, but Don's bracing stops him from doing that - and he manages to grab the journal off the table. Truly, a death-defying stunt for the ages.

Returning to a less-silly upright position, Robert sheepishly hands his partner his journal.]

... Here...

[Don draws his arms back slowly, wincing a little as he does so.]

Ow...

[But ah, his journal. He takes it happily, looking to see whether anyone answered his earlier transmission.]

[Maybe this is a sign that Robert should rub his shoulders or something...

But yes. That transmission. Robert actually wonders if he ought to answer it himself. Despite the... somewhat-incoherency about the way the question was posed, it's still fascinating.]

... I could... volunteer an answer as well, if... if you liked.

[Don looks up, completely forgetting to mute the journal.]

Sure.

[Who needs muting when you can just awkwardly broadcast your musings to everybody?]

Well... many of the intellects here in Luceti are those I would... not be surprised to see on Terra. However, the... traits that are prized - those that make up a societal definition of "intellect" - are... different, in other worlds, which... naturally leads to some variation. Especially in those whose... intellect has manifested here... [Like yours truly, and the Turtle in his lap.]

... But intelligence is... n-notable, no matter where it is, or how it manifests itself. As... I have learned.

... There is the additional matter of technological worlds. Though there are few that are... quite as far as Terra seems to be, Ms. Daisy is from a comparable time...

[Give him a minute to think on that second part, though. Or even for a lengthier explanation of the first.]

[Yeah, you kind of lost him already. Explain further, or maybe just pay more attention to the towel. That's nice too.]

[Is doing both acceptable? Idly, Robert presses his fingers over the wet towel, attempting to soothe Don's fevered brow a little. He'd just magic the pain away, but so far Don hasn't asked him to do that.]

One... almost wonders what some individuals might be like, were they to have... lived in another world - similarly to the... Luceti Shift that modelled such an occurrence...

[He has less than fond memories about it, but it was still something to think about.]

...

... How would you... suppose that you would combine individuals...? Genetically? Or do you mean... in a metaphorical manner...?

[Don squirms a little, trying to find a position that eases his fever-aches.]

's just theoretical.

But... the other thing, I think about that a lot.

[Well, theoretical things are always interesting to think about.]

Ah, I see...

[He'll just follow up on the second sentence though, while Don gets more comfortable.] ... What, precisely, do you... think about in relationship to it...?

[Comfort seems to be eluding him, and he shifts again and sniffles loudly.]

You know. What I might have done if - if I'd been able to go to school.

[Robert sobers a little at this. Though he holds immeasurable second-hand pride for the fact Don is self-taught, the fact that Don couldn't get a proper education still makes his blood boil, or at least makes it percolate a little. ~~It's hard to get him to proper blood-boiling anger.~~]

... I imagine you might... be even more brilliant than you are...

[He can't ignore all that shifting and generally-sounding-ill, though, so he takes the moment to address it.]

Don... would you rather me draw upon Nala to help with your symptoms...? You seem... greatly discomfited.

[Don nudges Robert's hand away, obviously made nervous by the suggestion.]

Please don't...

[Sigh. What is he going to do with you, sick Turtle?]

... You really would rather just... sit here feeling ill...? Why...?

[It's not often Robert pushes anything, but he doesn't like seeing Don in distress for too long.]

It's not that bad. [He coughs several times before continuing, but doesn't amend his previous statement.] 'm already cheating nature too much...

[Robert doesn't see how Don is cheating nature by doing something like this. Is he cheating nature for wearing a coat so he doesn't freeze outside?

Still, he doesn't pursue this line of questioning, instead just sighing a little in an "oh you" sort of way and readjusting the towel.]

... If you are certain.

[After a moment, Don relaxes again and gets back to the earlier question.]

Mostly I think about what I could have done with my education.

[This is a more interesting topic anyway.]

I have no doubts that you... would have easily qualified for any institutions you set your mind to attending...

[Though maybe there would be a financial issue. He recalls reading something about schools needing large amounts of money to attend in older times.]

No, done with it. Not just... more school.

[Hmm.]

Do you mean... your career, then? Or, careers? Or... what other sorts of applications do you mean?

I don't know. Something useful. [He closes his eyes, and possibly dozes off for a moment before coming back.] Being a real scientist.

[Robert looks surprised, as though it had never occurred to him otherwise.]

... You... do not think you are a... real scientist?

[Don squints up at Robert, confused by the question.]

No?

By my estimation... you certainly seem to fit the qualifications of a "real" scientist...

... Though you may never have had a formal education, that has not prevented you from achieving significant gains in the fields of science and engineering, and certainly you have explored the world using... solid scientific principles, both here and in your life before Luceti...

... What would make you feel as though you were... a "real" scientist?

I want to... share it with people.

[As he says it, there's something in his gaze that Robert may not have thought of before: Don is jealous of him.]

[This is definitely... distressing, for Robert to consider, now that he can recognize it. Who would've thought anybody would be jealous of his life, isolated as it was?]

... [Earnestly:] I would... want you to share it as well...

... I am... s-so sorry that this opportunity was denied you at home. [He would fix it, if he could. But sadly, he knows enough now about how Don's world works to know that he couldn't change it by himself.]

[Just a sigh, indicating he doesn't want to talk about this. A lighter subject, maybe?]

[Probably a good idea.

After a moment - during which Robert figures out Don is avoiding the subject - he tries to put things on a different tangent.]

... It will not be long before my... second anniversary here. [This may not be a lighter subject, but it's one that Robert doesn't seem upset about.]

[Sure, tell him more about that. What's on your mind?]

[Probably too much, as usual.]

I was thinking that... perhaps I ought to do something about it...

... It seems significant, that... that I have been here this l-long. Perhaps it is worth an investigation of sorts, even...

[Quietly:] Sometimes I... find myself missing Terra, but... I confess that it happens less often than I suppose it should...

[He'll always miss the technology though.]

[Don finds Robert's hand and squeezes it.]

We can do anything you want.

[He takes comfort in this - the strength of Don's fingers around his own hand is reassuring.]

Aside from... questions, that I wish to pose to others... I w-would just like someone to be with, as I... attempt to rekindle elements of my home here...

...

... You are welcome to do the same... I would like to share in that, if... if you wished... [Though Don's Luceti-anniversary won't be for awhile yet.]

[Don squints around the towel, and asks in a half-joking tone:]

Are you redecorating out there?

[... Maybe. Robert actually looks minorly chastised for a second.]

It is... m-mostly rearrangement...

... Though, e-erm, I am... not certain how I could recreate many appliances and furniture from Terra... beyond merely creating sh-shells that appear to look as such. [And even then the metals aren't really available. It'd be kind of half-assed.]

... I admit, it is... u-unfortunate when your technology seems to be... too advanced for the Malnosso to... consider bringing here...

[He is entirely sympathetic.]

We should build something together.

[Robert perks up slightly at this.]

... What do you... suggest?

Mm.

[He drags the no-longer-very-damp towel down his face, and pats it against his neck a little.]

Let's invent a... a completely unnecessary labor-saving device.

A... completely unnecessary labour-saving device...

[Robert repeats the words with a slight edge of incredulosity mixed with genuine fascination.]

... Whatever for?

For fun.

[But he says it in a kind of strained tone that implies "fun" is far from his mind right now.]

[The tone does not go unnoticed.]

... You do not have to, if... you do not wish to... [Not even for him.]

No, I could use the... the thing. [He sighs and drops the towel on the floor, uncomfortable and restless.]

The... [He's got this.] ... ... The... mental exercise?

[Reflexively, Robert attempts to retrieve the cloth; that's not happening with his legs pinned, though, and eventually he just gives up and turns his attention back to the sick Turtle in his lap.]

That.

[The fact that Robert gives up on getting the towel is acutely disappointing. Why are you not re-wetting it for him?]

[Because you are on top of him, you derp. That makes it kind of difficult to get up and re-wet the towel...

Give him a moment to figure out that you want him to do that, though, Don.]

[Don is dimly aware that various signals are being misinterpreted, but he really does not want to do the blunt-and-specific thing right now. He'll just lie around being miserable until Robert figures it out on his own.]

[Eventually - which is to say, after maybe half a minute - Robert grabs enough context from the miserable-looking Turtle to realize he really does want the washcloth again; he just is too ill to get it. As soon as this thought hits the scientist, he begins awkwardly trying to shimmy himself out from underneath Don.

This may or may not work particularly well, but once he manages to get free, he'll go grab the towel and run off to wet it again - probably leaving the Turtle unceremoniously sprawled on his shell on the couch.]

[When Robert leaves, Don splays out his arms and legs across the couch, looking as pathetic and helpless as possible. How is he supposed to survive this severe illness without your constant presence?]

[Now that is just a heartbreaking spectacle. Robert actually pauses as he returns to the sofa, wetted washcloth in hand, and just kind of looks at Don with a strangely intense feeling of guilt.]

... Don...?

[A tiny moan, just to complete the overdramatic picture. Help.]

[Robert practically falls over himself in his haste to get back onto the couch. It takes a bit of fiddling, but eventually he's propped the all-too-dramatic ninja into his lap again and is soothingly rubbing his fevered brow with the now-pleasantly-cool washcloth. ~~One wonders what his brothers would think if they saw this.~~]

[Don loves Robert very much, and nuzzles against his stomach - sorry about the snot - to prove it.]

[Seems like a good time to fall asleep.]

[Indeed it does.

Goodnight, sweet ninja. Robert will just sit here until you're asleep enough to leave ~~and have his legs smashed for however long~~. Ahh, romance...]

[The screen flickers on...]

I believe I know what you mean Mister Donatello.... however... are you in need of assistance at this time?

It's just a flu. [The other part is more interesting.] Do you know two people who are like that?

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[Spock is a little skeptical at his answer...

However...] I believe so. Being an empath, I can tell when there are those who resonate with each other.

One such instance would be myself and Miss Mizuno.

[Don blinks at this.]

Really? Because, she...

[He trails off. Ami is almost Vulcan-like in her reserve.]

Hm.

Indeed... [It doesn't necessarily mean that they are compatible... merely similar.

But they are good friends.]

Another example that comes to mind is Lady Syre and Mister Lupin... [It may be far fetched, but true nonetheless...]

No, but, wait. [He had another thought there.] Ami is like Saori.

[Spock tilts his head...

...He has only had one meeting with Miss Saori... however, that was not his impression.]

How so?

They're both smart. Quiet. And Japanese.

I..see. [Spock was perhaps taking it on a rather deeper level then Don was expecting...]

Those are definitely comparable traits... Is someone taking care of you?

Yeah, Robert's here. [But never mind that.] That means you're the same as Saori also. I think.

[The got both of the Vulcan's eyebrows into the hairline...]

I beg your pardon?

If you're the same as Ami. And Ami is the same as Saori. Then you're the same as Saori. ... At least by normal math.

Miss Saori is a god... she would be more comparable to Loki... or Miss Grune.

...What of yourself. Do you find that there is someone in Luceti that best resembles you?

[From what Don remembers of Grune, Saori isn't like her at all.]

Me? [Hm.] There are people who are... like me, in different ways, but no one who's... the same.

I believe I have misunderstood your original question...

In my opinion, if you are searching for those who have a similar mental resonance, then you and Mister Hastings seem to be very much the same.

If you are looking for... people are the same physically or have similar personalities...

Then we have two versions of Mister Loki and family members who have landed in Luceti....[Spock is trying to understand what you mean.]

Well... yeah. [Excuse him while he looks away from the camera to beam at his partner.]

We have a double again? I thought there weren't any now...

[Spock notices the look... and tilts his head in curiosity.]

I have not noticed otherwise if either or both Loki's have been returned to their respective Universes.

May I inquire as to what prompted such a question in the first place?

[Noticing this, Don angles the journal to include Robert in the shot, then casually continues the conversation.]

Hm.

Um. Fever-brain.

[Spock acknowledges Mister Hastings with a nod... but tilts his head in concern...]

I am not familiar with that condition. Are you being properly treated?

[It takes him a little too long to understand the question, and then:]

Oh, no no no. Fever-brain. When you can't think straight 'cuz... you have a fever.

[Concern crosses Spock's face... again.]

Then I shall leave you to your rest Mister Donatello. [If only they were in Spock's universe... Don's fever would be quickly taken away.]

[It could be quickly taken away if he asked Robert to use a little healing magic, but he has his own reasons for not doing so.]

See you later, Mr. Spock.

[Sora's really confused by this. NGL. But people making other people or long lost twins? It's...kind of relateable? If only because his heart made two different people...soooo...]

I guess it kind of makes sense in a way. But, do you need something? Like medicine?

[Because Sora's kind of concerned here.]

[When he gets back to the journal:]

I'm okay now. Tell me who you think is the same.

Well, I don't think people are the same. I just mean there are people that can be born from someone but their own person, you know?

[Sora, crazy KH logic doesn't always apply...]

[Say what?]

Yeah, that's... 's how reproduction normally works.

WHAAAAAT?! THAT'S NOT WHAT I MEANT!

[Just a blank silence. What else could you have meant by that?]

[His universe is strange, okay?]

Just...nevermind. Do you need anything though?

No, 'm good. I - I'll make more sense tomorrow.

Here's hoping. You sound really sick.

[I think he knows, Sora.]

's not that bad.

Well, if you're sure man. Let me know if you need anything. The name's Sora.

Sure. Thanks.

[He may or may not remember your name later.]

Donatello, man... You lost me back near the starting line.

No, come on. [Why do so many people not understand this.] Some people just. Are very alike. You know?

I think I can get that part. You mean like from other universes? [Rogue's already been preparing him for the possibility, and he knows that Billy's from some kind of different other versions of his world.] Like a Bizarro world?

Yes.

[Please continue this train of thought.]

Well.. I kind of know there are people from other versions of my earth. But could that mean there are versions that are... like us, but evil? Or is that just too scifi for this place?

No, evil twins are... theoretically possible.

[His tone is mild - just entertaining a hypothetical.]

Theoretically. And they theoretically should have goatees, right? Even a turtle version? [Now he's just losing himself to silliness.]

[Don hesitates a moment - that doesn't sound biologically plausible at all - but okay, he's up for a game of silly.]

How else would we know they're evil?

Bad haircuts in general and too much leather usually also serve as good signs.

Also... laughing a lot. At things that aren't funny.

Yeah, the maniacal laugh! No evil twin would be complete without one.

See, it... totally makes sense.

I have to give you that, Donatello. I'll have to be careful in case any of them ever show up here.

[He sounds almost bored.] Considering the multitude of universes represented as a subsection of a potentially infinite multiverse, it'd be more unusual if people who were very similar didn't turn up.

Exactly! Seems like we could, I don't know, do something. With that.

Such as...?

I dunno. [Sniffle.] Ask me again when I... shake this cold.

As you like.

[Give her a bit, but she thinks she follows what the giant talking turtle is saying.]

Neither of them are here at the moment, but for people who were here, there was a pirate named Luffy who reminded me of my friend Natsu. [Which isn't all that surprising, since the world she comes from uses a lot of stock shonen archetypes.] And there's a girl named Elie who looks eerily similar to my friend Lucy - don't know her well enough to say if they act similarly, though.

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Lookalikes. [Mostly to himself, as he stores the concept away for later.] See, that's interesting.

I had a hard time wrapping my mind around the different world thing, too. Though, if you're sick... forgive me for assuming, but I hope you're not alone?

No, Robert's here.

[In his bleary state, it doesn't occur to him that he doesn't know you and therefore you may not know Robert.]

That's a relief!

[Comunication via radio as his primary source of contact back home, sometimes people took names for granted. Though the question now, was...]

...Robert is a person or someone who can take care of you, right? Not a pet or something...?

[Don glances up at Robert before answering this, because reality is a little challenging right now.]

No, he's my human.

By human, I seriously hope you mean friend.

If you need something like chicken noodle soup, I'm not a bad cook. It helps to feel better...

... Yeah. [Let's go with that.]

Do you have any miso?

...

[Gone with.]

As it turns out, I do. Well, I think so. I can get some from the grocery.

[Pauses a bit]

Where are you?

House, uh... House 55.

[Surely this won't be a problem for any housemates.]

[Checks his map and realizes that's too far a trip to make on his own. No more examples of flashing the quad for him, he really didn't want the soreness that came from that long a trek, also. He'd just need to find a way to transport it, thankfully he has someone who goes running around for him]

Hang in there, I'll send help.

I'll be here.

[He'll just make Robert answer the door again.]

[Have no fear, he's actually hoping to send out his trustiest and only runner, Jack Holden, who could be cajoled into doing almost anything with the right sort of incentive.]

Yeah, I'd advise against you leaving to go do much of anything. No offense, but you're sick and rest is better than trying to tough it out.

[A laugh, interrupted by a cough.]

Don't worry; I'm the well-behaved one.

Well you should expect a package delivered to you very shortly by a scruggy, probably very animated young man. That's just Jack, don't hurt him.

I need him alive.

I've gotten better about that!

D-Don! [At least his voice is finally good now.] Is... is everything alright?

[Oh, hey, he's been wondering where you were.]

Yeah, I'm - [Sneeze.] - a little sick. But 'm okay.

Are you sure? [He's seen you go through many things, he doesn't want that again.]

Just the flu. I'll be fine.

[The level of concern in his voice liftens, but is still present. If it's at all like what he had in November...]

Th-then is... is Robert l-looking after you?

He's right here.

[You can say hello if you want.]

Oh. That... th-that's good.

You... y-you don't need me... f-for anything? [Why say hello when he can just come see him?]

[Beast sounds so hurt by this, Don almost feels bad for not giving him something to do.]

We're okay, really. But thanks.

W-Will you be alright?!

[Oh hey, it's that girl you met in the water balloon war.]

Yeah. Happens every year.

[Not that he would object to some sympathy from a nice girl.]

Is... that because you're a turtle? I wouldn't imagine these kind of temperatures would be very good for you.

It's a turtle-flu. Found me even in my winter room.

Turtle-flu? Is that anything like the human-flu? Are you making sure to eat very light things that won't make you worse? Is it contagious?

[She pauses for a moment, considering something.]

Do you um... want me to come over? I might be able to help you out if you're feeling too sick.

Um... yes, yes, only to other turtles, and that's okay.

[You're a little overwhelming.]

Okay... that's good.

[She takes a deep breath, slowing back down again.]

Sorry if I was... anxious or anything. I'm used to be very sickly myself, so it's easy for me to sympathize with your plight.

Are you... okay now?

Sort of...

It's something that I've been plagued with all my life, so it's not like it's something I expect to easily go away... Yet since I've been here in Luceti, I think I've been healthier than I've ever been.

That... happened for me. Except for this.

You've been plagued with turtle flue all your life? ... Or you got better in Luceti?

[... Too complicated.]

Never mind. Let's talk about... not being sick.

Oh! Sorry about that, I almost forgot you'd asked another question in your entry.

Hmm... Well... I'm not sure if I'd call them identical in any sense, but Miss Aensland reminds me a lot of Amiee the shopkeeper. She and I were rather good friends back home so...

I don't know either of them... What are they like?

Well they are both very confident and older women than me, and they're both rather flirty. In Aimee's case she really had her sights set on the commander of our army, Ike... but in Morrigan's case she usually just likes all guys. They're both fairly reliable though, and a lot of fun to be around, and... I don't know quite what it is, but they seem a bit similar to me.

Do you know anybody very similar to anyone you knew back home?

[He's kind of embarrassed to admit this, but being fever-brained makes it hard to filter.]

I think Buffy is... a lot like April.

Oh! She's that blond haired girl who works at the Good Spirits bar, right? I've never actually met her in person though, so maybe you might be able to tell me what they're both like? I was hoping to talk to her about a special order for my friend Morrigan Ironically enough.

Um... yes. They're both smart and nice and kick lots of butt.

That seems a little vague, but they sound like nice people.

[Given that one of the character traits he just described was nice.]

They're... you know. Fast learners. And very accepting.

[There may be the sound of a bit of stifled laughter from her.]

You're not very good at this, are you?

I'm sick...

[Don't laugh at his fever-brained ramblings.]

Oh right... sorry about that... Do you have enough blankets to keep warm?

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[Normally he would deflect a question like that, but today he just says:]

Blankets don't help.

... oh...

Is there... anything that does?

Warm people are good.

[Such as the one he's lying on.]

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